My anguish is that
Men must take notice of me,
Must secretly dwell on me
And take with them my image
To get tormented with.
They mustn’t say to me,
‘You are beautiful.’
They can hint at it,
‘How nice your dress is! ’
I don’t want to be cheap
To make them bold.
26.12.2005
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